Star Trek: Phoenix
Deck 9: Recreation / deck-nine-hallway
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and nodded. "Let's! To the mess hall!"
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How long had it been? Maleb started to count back, but found himself too distracted to keep the time straight in his head. It was disconcerting - he'd previously been quick enough that he could track tenths of seconds with the accuracy of a clock... Back to Kunzō. Something must have happened. Of course, the hybrid didn't look so perfect himself, but no one did. There was a war on. But even with that taken into account, he was sure that there was something more he didn't know about, with how terrible Kunzō looked. Maleb needed to focus. The shorter man had requested something - to go to the Holodeck to speak, instead of lingering in the hall. Number three was free, and Maleb gestured to it. "Aye, sir." He sounded like he was taking an order - a hard habit to break, given the past.
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